Chapter 1728

"Fengjin," Huarong calmly breathed and whispered, "let go of your hand. You're not a kid. Don't do such a headstrong thing, OK? If you have something to say, don't use a knife or a gun. Things between us have not come to this kind of situation. You... "

Feng Jin looked at her, lowered his head and gave a gentle smile. He sat by the bed, his feet drooped, and his posture was correct, but his tone contained some flavor of unknown meaning.

"But I think Between us, unless one person dies, or no one can break your heart knot. "

His voice just fell, suddenly reached out and pressed the back of her head, the flower face uncontrollably fell towards him, he raised his head and kissed her warm lips, and then she heard a soft, dull sound: Bang.

She was slightly stunned, her eyes slowly widened, looking at the man in front of her, looking at her lacquer black eyes.

Crazy.

It's crazy.

It's all crazy.

Huarong always calm brain, in this moment, completely disordered into a piece, Fengjin low smile, forehead against her forehead, raised his hand to wipe her eyes: "you see, you still love me..."

His body slowly slide down her shoulder, his chest blood, along her chest clothes, winding out a bright red trace.

Huarong held him stiffly and felt his warm and cool breath, blowing on her body.

"PATA."

The pistol, which was thrust into her hand by Feng Jin, fell on the ground along her palm.

It was like thunder, which blew her whole body out of the nightmare.

The people downstairs heard the gunshot, and rushed to catch up with them. They saw the calm and self-sustaining hostess of the villa, crying and hastily holding clothes, kneeling on the ground and lifting the man's chest to stop bleeding.

"Flower, Miss Flower..."

"What are you doing! Call an ambulance

Huarong's voice lost calm, full of panic.

Feng Jin was soon shocked by blood loss.

Huarong pressed his bloody chest with his clothes, gnashing his teeth and thinking that he would not die. How could this guy die!

She didn't find her hands shaking badly, her tears were falling out of control, and her whole face was pale like a shadow.

Time seems to have passed a century so long, the ambulance finally came in her constant curse, Fengjin was quickly carried away, Huarong stood up from the ground, shook for a while, and fell back to the ground again.

"Miss Hua..."

The housekeeper looked at her anxiously.

Huarong sat on the ground, raised his hand, looked at his hands full of blood, and then shook his head down to cover his face, and burst into tears.

How could this have happened.

How could this have happened.

Fengjin that guy, in the end to force her to what extent to be reconciled!!

She cried for a while with her legs in her arms. She stood up unsteadily and went into the bathroom to wash the blood on her hands and face, and changed into a suit of clothes.

After changing her clothes, she saw the lotus seed soup on the bedside table.

Huarong raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, then picked up the bowl of lotus seed soup and drank it up.

The warm lotus seed soup was cold, and the sweetness was tinged with bitterness. She choked for a moment, then put the bowl in the garbage can, raised her hand, wiped her lips with her sleeve, and turned and walked out.

Housekeeper see her downstairs, some worry: "Miss Flower, I have called to inform fengshao's family, you do not worry."